American Standard Version
" I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please. "
— Song Of Solomon 2:7, American Standard Version
“I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.”
“I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.”
“The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields: Do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases!”
“I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the field, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.”
“I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.”
“I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.”
He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.
Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.
His left handisunder my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.